Last weekend the weather was gorgeous and I rode outside for the first time since Ironman. Nick, Phil, Maria and I did a short 90 minute ride up Calaveras from the Sunol train station.
I was happy to ride again, happy I felt good on the road, happy that I ran into Kristie and got to ride with her for most of it, and happy that I finally made it to the false summit without stopping! What?!?! You haven't ridden to the top without stopping?!?! Correct. There was a time where I physically wasn't capable of riding this route without stopping. And, then when I knew I was capable and kept making it my goal for the day, I got a flat tire or sunscreen in my eyes or needed to take off a jacket or whatever other obstacle got in the way. It turned in to a joke for me and was this silly carrot I was chasing.
The best part was I didn't have to bring all this nutrition with me since it was only 18 miles. Happy Tiki got to ride in the bento instead.
I can't make up for lost time over the past few weeks, but I do feel like I am starting to turn the corner finally.
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